Chapter 35

But no matter how hard Rory tried to sleep, he just couldn’t. The mental movie of his visit to the prison played on a seemingly endless loop in his mind.

Sighing, Rory moved to sit on the side of the bed. His stomach rumbled. When was the last time he’d eaten? Barry had made him toast and coffee back at the ranch, but that was hours ago. He’d had a few snacks on the plane. He remembered there was a menu for a local diner on the desk, so he padded over to see if anything tempted him.

He opted for the classic combo of burger and fries so got dressed, left his motel room, and crossed the parking lot to the diner. The food was satisfactory; Rory couldn’t put it higher than that. He’d been spoiled by eating Barry’s cooking for so long.